Go to bed

You lay awake for a little bit reflecting on your day.

You've realized something, on your first in person day of college. It's no hyperbole at all to say that the next handful of years will determine who you are going to be. You, like so many other people who were held back from leaving home, were in a state of arrested development. And now you feel like you're hitting an already running treadmill at full speed. This is your first year on campus, but your last year of gen ed classes, and you have no idea what your major should be, yet.

There is a base instinct inside of you that just wants to go after girls. But you feel as though you still haven't decided what you really want from them. Do you just want sex, or something deeper? With sudden stark clarity you see beyond yourself and consider: do all the girls know what they want? Probably not, if you're so confused.

All you can do is make decisions. What will you do with your time, here? Will you study hard? Make friends and party? Work out and become an athlete? Will you pursue love or just sex? And who will you pursue those things with? Everyone you've talked to, and the impressions you've made on them, dance through your mind. Tomorrow is a new day. The impact of all your choices remains, but you've just started, and from here on out, the easiest point to change course will be now. It will get less easy to do so as time moves on.

With all those musings, you prepare for your final two classes in the morning the best way that you can: by entering a deep sleep.